After a late night of football games and pool, we sat around early this morning and had an interesting conversation about composers, composition, and identifiable motives. I had a great composing day yesterday and got a fair amount written that I'll probably end up keeping. It was akin to the days of high school where I had boundless energy for composition and no need for distractions. Hopefully I'll have more days like it; I feel like I've been writing much more slowly in Florida than in Virginia.

Now that my name's in the recently published phone book, I'm starting to get calls from the usual assortment of telemarketers. Unlike Virginian telemarketers, the cadre here seem to make each call personally, so you can't hear the auto-caller mechanism and hang up quickly.